Too far down the road
have we travelled
in too short a span of time
No turning back now
the engine has whirred
into motion

My innuendo
and subtle overtures
becoming more brazen
by the moment
your shy, awkward
and gently yielding responses
released race horses
into my blood

What started out as a
spark is now
an engulfing flame

My cup of erotica
offered to you
is mixed with uncertainty
and crawls
with guilt

steams while a grey steel shine
licks her shark lines
her thigh highs creaking
with each long circular sway
step in the haze of crow call
hills and dark plume gridlock
exhaust rising like deaths
perfume
sweet and bitter
like a purse buttered in melted
chocolates
perfume
full of its richness
and Almay
slathered in the tight stitching
the long strap
and sharp buckle
over a shoulder
and against a long
angular throat
the Carotid pulsing
like a wave
sensual

Bend down the Thames

I know the bend
down the Thames
where we met first time
and
you remember the bend
where it did end

and
we kissed
for the first time.

Tis ages past
the bends of rivers don't last
we both have walked by so fast
the end has been forgotten at last

the last time we met
twas at the end
the then permanent bend
twill be there till our end
meet me then there
before our end
dearest friend!

You cannot comprehend
the feeling of a dying man
who has so much to say
to his loved ones
and yet his voice goes unheard,
robbed by time

Oh how he will regret,
taking them for granted,
forgetting to show his love
even with a single word!

Do not let him be you!

Say I love you when you can!
Say it with words, hugs and kisses.
You have only one life in the end,
so make merry and be kind to others.

(Still incredibly sensitive to the light, Sasha chose to wander the town at dusk. She found peace in an old abandoned cemetery, creating a temporary home inside a desecrated mausoleum. The chain lock had been broken off by vandals and the doors swung wide open at the slightest tough. It is inside the mausoleum, surrounded by stone walls and a lonely sarcophagus, that we see how vulnerable Sasha really is as Baby emerges to help her cope with her fears.)

BABY:    Aren’t you afraid?

CACOON

What does it take to kill the beast
that tears at my soul and fills
my heart with a dread unknown.
what metaphor sublime can push
my words beyond the bounds of language
and speak what only the soul knows
and what my mind dares not tell.
what music can my words play
to say all things hidden and forbidden.
How do I break the chains of this prison
and emerge one day on butterfly wings,

Characters
Hitaro Magi and Akira Magi,the brothers are generals in the Mazu Imperial army
Oshin Fumaru, assassin and loyal subject of the emperor

(Two brothers sitting in an inn at Nagoya District.)

Hitaro
How goes our plan, brother?
What says the retainers?
Did they agree to join us?
My heart's beating in a rush

Akira
The campaign has gone well.
We'll send the emperor to hell.
With them on our side,
our victory won't be denied!

Fundamentals of life
are just two
for me and you

first

if you are wrong
simply say

sorry!

but if you are dead sure
you are right

fight!

retort
till things you sort...

remember these two
and be happy

let the Lord take care of after life
in which who still believe

you too
okay do!

take care
not to please!
me
loved...

There's nothing so pleasing
as sitting and easing
'neath a hazel weaved bower
covered in tendrils of sweet pea stems
that blossom with clusters of winged flower gems.

Relaxing and easing
just sitting and seizing
that touch of heavenly bliss
gorged with magenta or cyan blue
flecked with a carmine or ivory striped hue

It's nice to be seizing
that fragrant smell, teasing
my nosey perfume senses
with multi toned aroma filled shades
from rosy pastels, to violets and jades.